7

Isabel and Sora, walked towards the old abandoned hospital. Going by

the corridors came to the strange tree with the colored lines running through

its bark. However, when she saw it, it was still the same. Its colors were still muted,

making it look like an ordinary tree.

- Why doesn't it shine? It's as if I was off- asked Isabel.

- That happens when he's asleep

- Asleep?

- Yes, it is the tree of consciousness

-You mean it has a conscience of its own ... like us?

- Correct

- It seems that the surprises never end; this place never ceases to amaze me.

Isabel gave Sora a smile, as she approached the tree and placed her hand. But this,

did not react.

Can she speak? - Isabel asked, feeling a little embarrassed by what she thought was a stupid question. But after having seen all the unreal things the forest had to offer, she wasn't surprised that a tree could talk.

- Technically no, but it has another way of communicating, although it's very

difficult.

- How does it communicate?

- Do you see the leaves on the ground? - Sora pointed to the black leaves scattered all over the ground- The white lines on them are diagrams, each leaf has a different one and each one reflects a thought. The tree can understand you, hear you, even see you, and with each leaf it drops is a way of telling you what it thinks.

Isabel bent down to pick one up and study it carefully.

- And how do you read what it thinks?

- It is quite complicated, the truth is that, I only understand some thoughts, more than

anything what is necessary to keep him alive, for example when he is thirsty, or if he

need sunlight and when he wants me to play for him, for the rest I don’t know what

he wants tell me.

- If I can decipher the diagrams, will I be able to know what he says?

-So is.

Isabel looked again at the sheet that she was holding in her right hand, analyzing that

strange diagram without being able to understand anything.

- Why is it making that strange noise?

- I still don't know, but I guess it's because something is disturbing him ... The only

way to calm him is by touching, so when he feels bad, I come here and

I start to play. I never thought that my notes they will arrive in town, and

even you. I guess this acoustic waves intensifies place sonorous.

- You know, I'm very happy to have heard your music, not have done

I would not have met you.

Isabel's smile had generated something that Sora thought he had lost long ago, it was

a warm and pleasant sensation in his heart, he immediately remembered that it was

happiness, the lost feeling came to appear, and is hat seeing her happy caused him the

same sensation.

- Sora how long have you been here?

However, that question, had vanished that feeling losing the magic of it.

-Let's say a long time-, replied Sora, uncomfortable.

- How old you? And what are you doing in a place like this? There's a lot

things that you still don't explain to me.

Remembering what her grandfather had commented on hearing the

melody in his youth, and possibly the myth about Sora, was much more

older than that. Something did not make sense, since when he saw it his face

revealed that his age could be between 17 or 18 years old.

Isabel saw the sadness in the face of Sora. She for a moment she wondered,

if it was because of her question.

- I'm sorry ... I should not...

Sora gave her a smile and then added:

- This is not the time to tell you the truth about me.

Even though she wanted to know the truth immediately, Isabel knew that it was not yet the moment, and even if it was, he would not be willing to tell him.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. It was the first sunset Isabel had ever witnessed in that place. In the living room, the two were playing a game of chess, but no matter how hard Isabel tried to win, Sora always ended up winning.

- It's time for you to come back," Sora pointed through the window.

Sora got up from his chair and headed for the door. Isabel could see that he was somewhat distracted, even during the game so he seemed to be acting mechanically.

Back at the back of the abandoned church, Isabel saw Sora, though his expression revealed nothing, she wondered if he would be alright, but as his lips were about to articulate the words that were waiting to come out, he just waved goodbye with a smile. But before she left, Sora's voice stopped her.

- Tonight at the same time as always I have a gift for you. It will be your consolation prize.

Isabel looked at him, and before she could ask what it was, he disappeared.

At night, Isabel was anxiously waiting for midnight, wondering what the gift would be, and that thought made her euphoric. Her watch on her small table marked the appointed time, immediately; she went to the window and waited. A soft melody began to play, it was not the same one she had heard Before, this was different, even so, she thought that it was just as beautiful, even she could feel the emotion that the music conveyed, as if to say "It's only for you" that was her surprise. Sora had given her a unique and beautiful melody just for her, a small smile appeared on her lips. She stayed to listen by the moon, leaning against the window frame, until the music died.